Bury Me On A Backroad (Cover)
The acid jazz/anti-folk fusion opens with turntablism—vinyl scratches, breakbeats, and chopped vocals—before syncopated drums and funky upright bass join vibraphone, Rhodes, lo-fi piano, and jagged Appalachian dulcimer riffs. Choruses explode with gang vocals, toy keys, scratch layers, and wild synths; verses are rawer, with crunchy guitars, cut-up drums, and record manipulations, driven by tempo shifts and rumbling distorted bass. The breakdown features melodic dulcimer, fingerpicked guitar, fiddle, and bold percussion, reaching a peak then dissolving into stark, acoustic folk elements. Eerie pads and solos interlace throughout, fueling the weirdcore edge.
Bury Me On A Backroad (Cover)
The acid jazz/anti-folk fusion opens with turntablism—vinyl scratches, breakbeats, and chopped vocals—before syncopated drums and funky upright bass join vibraphone, Rhodes, lo-fi piano, and jagged Appalachian dulcimer riffs. Choruses explode with gang vocals, toy keys, scratch layers, and wild synths; verses are rawer, with crunchy guitars, cut-up drums, and record manipulations, driven by tempo shifts and rumbling distorted bass. The breakdown features melodic dulcimer, fingerpicked guitar, fiddle, and bold percussion, reaching a peak then dissolving into stark, acoustic folk elements. Eerie pads and solos interlace throughout, fueling the weirdcore edge.
Lyrics
Intro
(Oh, that's just Brandon)
Chorus
I might never come back home
So if I die, draped in all of my gold
Bury me on a back road
In a flyover state with no name on the stone
'Cause I don't want nobody crying at my grave
I don't want my family to go through that pain
So bury me on a back road
In a flyover state with no name on the stone
Verse 1
(Willie be singing, huh?)
(Yeah)
Yeah, bury me on a back road
'Cause I'm chasing the wind, and might never come back home
Can't believe that I made it this far, 'cause I really came up out the mud like a tadpole
This ain't only for me, my city in the passenger seat, they might want me to crash though
Taking shots, but I'm right at the glass, put the ball in my hand and I'm breaking the backboard
Got a dream and some cash and a tank full of gas, and a past that I'll never let go of
Raise a glass to the nights I ain't die but came close when I think back, dog, I get choked up
If the stars don't shine, I'ma still find light in the fire from the bridges I burned up
Put a stone with no name, bury me and my chains, pour one out on my grave when my turn's up
Chorus
I might never come back home
So if I die, draped in all of my gold
Bury me on a back road
In a flyover state with no name on the stone
'Cause I don't want nobody crying at my grave
I don't want my family to go through that pain
So bury me on a back road
In a flyover state with no name on the stone
Bridge
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
Verse 2
I've been cut, I've been crossed, I've been left, I've been lost, but can't nobody call me fake
I had people I love look me dead in the eyes, fix they lips and then lie to my face
Everybody ain't you and that hurts, but it's true, had to learn how to carry that weight
Karma comes quick and the reaper don't miss, I'll be smiling while facing my fate
Tell my babies I love 'em, and every mistake that I made was to make sure that they would be straight
Let 'em take what they want off my plate, I just hope that I ain't too late
Let the world say whatever they think, for the record, I was never afraid of the hate
Bury me in a flyover state, and make sure you remember my name
Chorus
I might never come back home
So if I die, draped in all of my gold
Bury me on a back road
In a flyover state with no name on the stone
'Cause I don't want nobody crying at my grave
I don't want my family to go through that pain
So bury me on a back road
In a flyover state with no name on the stone
Outro
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
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